Are we building bridges?
Finding easement
where there was none?
Should I cross over?
Discover what waits
on the other side?
Can we bridge the gap?
Find common ground?
Or burn it down?
Move on, more forward,
like water under the bridge,
gone and almost forgot.
Enjoyed :)
Thanks!
What an absolute gem…the bridge, the photo, the words! Prizewinners, all!
It was certainly fun to see it come together!
Really wonderful photo. Beautiful and full of intrigue and mystery.
So fittingly, the poem asks many questions —
There did not seem to be one response to the bridge that magically appeared in the woods – Brigadoon? – and the poem couldn’t find one either!
Love this, Jen. Makes me want to take a walk in the woods. I forget how much I miss them since my move to the beach…ah, I need a woodsy beach next! I’ll get it right one of these days :>)
You sound like me. I spent a week on Cape Cod back in April and kept thinking how much I love the peace and beauty of the beach!
I grew up in the woods, raised my kids in the woods, but always dreamed of the beach. After my husband died, I was so harassed by lawyers and his adult daughters, that I ran away from home (in the woods) to the beach. I’ve been here 3+ years. But your picture made me yearn for a visit to my woods… thanks again. Patti
I hope you get a chance to visit the woods soon then!
Wonderful! :-)
thanks!